Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1234 | 2013-08-30 11:45:59 | 55.78 | 96% |
| 1059 | 2013-06-19 16:42:19 | 44.03 | 92% |
| 1023 | 2013-06-18 17:29:36 | 58.55 | 92% |
| 688 | 2013-05-19 07:32:12 | 59.96 | 97% |
| 605 | 2013-04-17 07:27:22 | 43.77 | 90% |
| 472 | 2013-03-01 15:42:37 | 49.41 | 95% |